His expression is friendly and polite to start with, but it blossoms into something warm and bright when Ravage refers to him as a friend. He tends not to make assumptions, but he's more than happy to have friendships with anyone who'll have him. "Pleasure to meet you all! I ain't too busy. Just getting the new chickens settled in, so it's a good time to see the animals."
He makes his way up to the fence of the coop and holds out his hand, offering handshakes or gentle fist-bumps, whichever seems more appropriate to the mechs and Lotor. "You three are a little too big to step into th' coop, but if Lotor wants a closer-up look at the chicks, he can come in."
"You just gotta be gentle with 'em, a'ight?" He doesn't know this child, but he looks old enough to understand that living things are delicate.
His lips quirk. "It's not just th' name. They're alternates. From parallel worlds. Mine's the one that runs the Viper's Pit and spends most of her time as a girl lately. They look a little different even when they're both men, though."
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He makes his way up to the fence of the coop and holds out his hand, offering handshakes or gentle fist-bumps, whichever seems more appropriate to the mechs and Lotor. "You three are a little too big to step into th' coop, but if Lotor wants a closer-up look at the chicks, he can come in."
"You just gotta be gentle with 'em, a'ight?" He doesn't know this child, but he looks old enough to understand that living things are delicate.
His lips quirk. "It's not just th' name. They're alternates. From parallel worlds. Mine's the one that runs the Viper's Pit and spends most of her time as a girl lately. They look a little different even when they're both men, though."